In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric principal, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant New England superintendents, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done.
When every teacher at his school moved smoothly in his appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his teachers got out of their place, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked teachers straight and crush down uneven teachers.
That's why, in light of his upcoming observation of my class, I needed teaching activities for the "Lady or the Tiger" by Frank Stockton. For if my "Lady or the Tiger" lesson plans weren't satisfactory then my activities for teaching the book would include me being fed to a tiger.